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LOVE ME HARDER - ARIANA GRANDE & THE WEEKND ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯
Chapter twenty six
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"Unspoken past"
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"Are you done yet?" Alessandro asks as he enters the living room. His black hair was wet from the shower and dripping onto his white shirt, making it translucent.
"Alessandro, you have been gone for 30 minutes. "I told you I needed to study." It is been more than an hour since I arrived. He touched me, twirled my curls around his finger, said I smelled good, and kept asking if I was done every minute even though he had promised not to "bother me."
"Do you even like what you are doing? You have been doing this for hours."
"What I am doing does not have to appeal to me."
"You will become depressed if you choose a career path in which you have no interest." He said, and I turned my head to stare at him while he sat down next to me on the couch.
"You enjoy what you do?"
"I love it." He looked at me, his arm crossed, and a faint smile on his lips. "And you, do you enjoy what you are doing, or were you coerced into it?"
My father aspired for me to become a lawyer, and I found the idea appealing. Do I really like it, though?
"I'm not sure..." I played around with my necklace.
"So, what fascinates you?" he asks, gently removing my hand from my necklace and twirling it between his fingers.
"I'm not really sure."
"Isn't there something you do in your spare time that could be more than just a hobby?" His eyes remained fixed on the necklace.
"Well, I enjoy art. Sculpting with clay, mostly."
"Then why not pursue it? Go to an art school, showcase your work in a museum or gallery."
"Because my dad insists it's a dead-end."
"You don't always have to follow his advice. You're an adult. Make your own choices."
"It feels too late for that."
"It's never too late. Do you have your sketchbook with you?" He finally meets my gaze.
"No," I reply. I do have it, but I don't want him to see my drawings.
"That's alright." He stands up, offering a warm smile. "Show me another time, okay?"
